Toda una vida estaría contigo. No me importa en qué forma. Ni cómo, ni dónde, pero junto a ti. Toda una vida te estaría mimando.

I don't need words. You don't need to say it. Go with the feeling. And I'll do the same, whoa. That's how this works. I put you first.

It would be nice to have a blow job. It would be nice to have a blow job. It would be nice to have a blow job. It would be nice to have a blow job.

Baby! ¿Pa' que me estas llamando? Dime si es verdad que él te trae loca. (¿Y a vos que te importa?).

Right now, I'm in a state of mind. I wanna be in like all the time. Ain't got no tears left to cry. So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up.

It's all the same. Only the names will change. Everyday it seems we're wasting away. Another place where the faces are so cold.

Polly wants a cracker. I think I should get off her first. Maybe she wants some water. To put out the blow torch. Isn't me, have a seed.

I'm just a Judas looking for a silver line. And tomorrow is still a step behind. Hey, hey, drama, I'd love to be a waste of your time.

Got a wishbone drying. On the windowsill in my kitchen. Just in case I wake up and realize. I've chosen wrong. I love this life that I have.

When I met you in the summer. To my heartbeat's sound. We fell in love. As the leaves turned brown. And we could be together, baby.

[Hook:]. So many girls in here, where do I begin? I seen this one, I'm bout to go in. Then she said, I'm here with my friends.

Every night i'm lyin' in bed. Holdin' you close in my dreams, Thinkin' about all the things that we said. And comin' apart at the seams.

Lloyd Banks:. Man we gotta go get something to eat man. I'm hungry as a motherfucker. 50 Cent:. Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

El relojito cucú sonaba. Papá besó mi frente. Me dijo. Buenas noches, hijito. Y me apagó la luz. Oye, cucú, papá se fué. Prende la luz.

And I know how it should be. There is nothing more for you and I. Some are young and some are free. But I think I'm goin' blind.

And we're at it again. I turn around another fucking war, man. I don't know where to begin. But I'll start with the radical leaders.

I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride. With sword and pistol by my side. Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.

Custom the things, custom the wings. I had to custom the vibe, custom the lean. Cover the back of the lobby, front cover magazine.

If I had to lose a mile. If I had to touch feelings. I would lose my soul. The way I do. I don't have to think. I only have to do it.

On his way to dinner. When it took him by surprise. And with one pull of the trigger. He would vanish overnight. Dancing by the roadside.

Everybody's talking and no one says a word. Everybody's making love and no one really cares. There's nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs.